Friday, October 14, 2011

Pride in Completion

Finished the final project for my memoir class; damn it’s good. Am I being cocky, hell ya. It feels right.
Like Lawrence Block said, “make every word count”. I did.

It’s a wonderful feeling when I write something I am truly proud of. That is not to say I’m not proud of everything, I am, but truly, deeply, (using every ly word I can think of) satisfied, elevates it in my mind and heart.
It’s one of those pieces…even if no one likes it…I do…even if no one wants to publish it…so what…even if I were never able to write again…it would be a piece-perfect as a last.

A project of love; a near flawless child.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Before and After

I am tackling another full draft rewrite, twelve or thirteen I think, I’ve lost count. After over a month away from my novel I am able to read best, as a reader, rather than a writer.
That I thought it was READY is kind of embarrassing because I am making it better.
I am finding, changing, adding and subtracting but, Gee, I still really like it. The characters are like family members…ah…better than some family members, more interesting anyway. It’s like visiting an old friend who like me, loves a before and after make-over.
Now the dress fits better, the hair is perfect and the shoes are comfortable.
I’m waiting for the limo. Actually, I’ll call for it when I’m done.
I am hoping, getting ready for the big dance, isn’t all my date gets to do.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Life in a Year

Tomorrow my first born is twenty-seven years old. How the hell did this happen so fast?
It seems like a year ago she graduated from college and six months ago she graduated high school.
Only a few months back she got her driver’s license and a month ago she rode the big yellow bus for the first time.
Last week she mastered riding a two wheeler and few days ago she had just learned to walk.
Yesterday she was spitting up on my shoulder.
Minutes ago I told my husband, with fear and trepidation, “Honey, I’m pregnant, again. This one we will not lose. This one will make it…and she did. This one brought us out of darkness and continues to, each and every day of her life.

Our first born will be married soon and it is within me to know, because it is her dream, a life in a year will begin for her in a wink.
Happy birthday sweetheart…you were born seconds ago.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Another October Birthday

I am married to an old man.
Today is a monumental birthday for my husband, one which should be celebrated as:
“Wow, you old bastard, you made it over another hill.”

He’s lived two years beyond the’ age of tragedy’ of his own father. Though he has more than two decades to actually outlive what his dad became, it is my prayer that these years will be filled with the cognition of a wonderful life.

How old is my husband? I can’t say because to state the number reveals how old I am.
Poor guy he’s married to an older woman.

Monday, October 3, 2011

How Old Am I ?

Went to a funeral yesterday; the old guy who passed away was eighty-nine or ninety, not sure. Does it matter what your actual age is when the numbers get that high?
As a baby…oh sonny is 8 days old.
The baby 18 months.
Guess what, little man is 3 years old.
Our teenager is sweet 16.
Hey the kid is twenty-something.
Then its:
I’m over 30, or approaching 40 and Jesus Christ when did 50 hit?
OMG I’m going to be 60.
Wait a minute, am I 64 or 65, and when does Social Security kick in?
My ass hurts so I must be …what the hell am I 71, 72 does it matter?
Hey, she’s in her 80’s, he’s 90 I think.
Wow …can you imagine what he has seen in his 100 years. He looks like crap, can’t see, can’t hear, can’t shit, but WOW he’s over a hundred.
After living as long as I have, I have come to the conclusion that it’s not long enough, yet. I am not ready for a dirt nap.

If I die today this post will go viral and I will be a famous ‘dead’ blogger.